I Am Nothing


Who am I?

This is a simple three word question that can bring a million answers.

I am a statistic. I am a number to keep up a reputation for my school and to be counted as an American citizen.

I am a number. I am my slipping grades and my tiny height.

I am a face in the crowd. I am small and unnoticeable unless you were trying to see through my façade.

I am nothing.

In the grand scheme of things, I am absolutely nothing. When you zoom out and take a look at this world as its whole, I am a simple fourteen year old girl with a 3.75 GPA.

Zoom in.

You will begin to see that there is more than just retrospect.

I am a daughter to my loving mother.

I am a sister to my younger sibling.

I am a friend, best friend, and a girlfriend.

I am a smile, I am a laugh, and I am a spitting image of my grandmother when she was a teenager.

I am worth a world that doesn’t even know I exist.

I am a beating heart and the air in my lungs.

I am me. That is who I am.

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